#it is called Float

[ygodmyy20]

it's messy as hell, the perspective makes no sense, and there is so much wackiness going on.

but it makes me happy when I look at it.

Maybe it will make someone else happy too.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

[a-jasminator]

cherishing each other's true forms

bonus orb husbands:

[sandeewithtwoe]

I’m not good at drawing cows please forgive me

Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

Farm belongs to GuinongTale_AU

Transcript:

Horror: Alright, that’s enough work for today

Horror: Hey, Farm! Are you almost done with- uh��

Farm: Ah! There you are!

Farm: Please excuse my gaster blaster, I take my eyes off her for 5 seconds and she goes off doing her own thing

Horror: THAT’S your gaster blaster?

Farm: Uh yeah? Doesn’t yours look like this too?

Horror: …Heh, no, not at all

Farm: (He really seems to like her. Are cows his favourite animal?)

Horror: <- Is planning so many pranks on Cross right now

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

This is an actual quote the equivalent of John Watson says to the equivalent of Sherlock Holmes btw

[kaialone]

[pianokantzart]

When Charlotte Kristof (one of the main character animators from The Super Mario Bros. Movie) confirms that "Mario is someone who is very brave and optimistic, so he won't show everyone his feelings," then goes on to say that Luigi is one of the few people he is confident enough to open up to because of how strong their bond is.

[schnee-gheist]

hey yeah uh. ice constructs (sword) :)

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[soupy-sez]

A Tribe Called Quest, 1993, photo by Al Pereira

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

hello! i want to say i live for ur satoshoko art i love every single one of it 🥺 i lowkey wanna see domestic satoshoko being awkward first parents w an infant like them arguing abt what to do and who gets to do what when their child cries, a panicked first time dad gojo with a chill shoko (but deep down is actually anxious as well) is kinda funny... anyways thank u again for feeding the satoshoko community rly well

Hiiii. Thanks for the ask. I took some liberty with this one. I can't see them being super panicked at all but I can see them not being able to handle a Gojo baby ahhahaha So this is my take on it!

[pampanope]

Istg, you and the person who made Moose are like MVPs of Shadow Company OCs. I love both your stuff so much I bet many (including me!) have been inspired to make a shadow oc thanks to you both <3

(Fr tho I thought most Shadows you drew were canon or from a seperate comic or something but then WAIT THEY'RE OCS?? WHAT—)

Thank you!! That’s high praise!! 💕💕 I just be putting scenarios of Shadows having ✨adventures✨ into comics and I just wanna drag other people into the same pit of fixation along with mee >:D

I love Moose omgg. More Moose please, dear Moose creator 👀

Yes, we love to see more Shadow OCs! Smother Graves in ALL the Shadows lol

(Aaaaaaaahh no way, you got me giggling into my pillow agdhdhsj like, i think it’s cuz i want my oc to be canon so bad 👀)

[neproxrezi]

someone else could write it better than me but i love how the fucked up nasty shit you can make harry do/say/be in disco elysium isn't just like, random stuff caused simply by the player having free will and control over him but they're parts of who he is and who he has been

you're not a tabula rasa. you're a sudden shock of blank pages in a big, aged, damaged book and sometimes the paper you're trying to write a better man on is torn and you see something through the gaps nobody needed to see ever again. and it's just there now again, back to the surface

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

One last devastating blow

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[koujaaku]

I made this when Qi Rong's picture from the english-translated novel was revealed, but guess I have to make one for the manhua too because no one learned the lesson...

[darlingcloudie-9]

drewposting. part two!!!!!!! (ft. Diana Cavendish)